Chapter 51 Should This Be Called a Self-Fulfilling Prophecy?

Gu Yao looked in astonishment at the man standing by the car not far away, her mind going blank for a fraction of a second.

He walked over step by step with a leisurely stride, his tall figure gradually blocking the light at the doorway like an oncoming dark cloud.

He stopped in front of the group, his gaze lowering lazily to sweep across Liu Yutao, his pitch-black eyes sending a shiver straight to the core of anyone who met them.

Liu Yutao averted his gaze almost instantly with a trembling flicker of his eyes.

As for that third aunt, she had not yet...

Seeing the determination in Fang Hao's eyes, Ji Xia said nothing more and smiled, asking Fang Hao to wait for a moment.

The six portions of specially prepared meat ribs were practically identical. Even with the Treasure-Seeking Rat's innate gifts, it could not find any flaws among them, because indeed, there were no flaws at all.

Take grain, for instance. The daily consumption of rations for fifty thousand people is no small amount, and they are in dire need of food. They can only demand it from the common people and from you; it is impossible for them to farm the land themselves.

Seeing Zhang Li standing upon the stone steps, Zhang Chu stepped forward, placed the jar of salt before him, and then fell to his knees in prostration, holding up a long robe and a golden bean high above his head.

According to the records of the Tianyuan Divine Court, large universes possess abundant origins, and the rewards they grant are naturally more generous.

Seeing that Ying Zheng saw through the matter so thoroughly, Li Si breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Your Majesty, this is actually a good thing after all. It proves that engaging in commerce is a correct choice."

Hearing his words, the members of the Fire-Origin Barbarian Ox clan, as well as their chieftain, all wore darkened expressions.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It's not like you've never seen me!" I asked shyly, feeling my face burn.

At this moment, the mission display screen was divided into three areas. The left side remained unchanged, while the right side was split into upper and lower sections—the upper displaying missions, and the lower displaying tenants.

Every ability has its own uses. Common abilities need no examples, but those uncommon and bizarre abilities require the ability users themselves to explore and figure out.

Once this thought arose, Su Jingyi forgot Consort Hui's previous instructions, biting her lips hard as evil impulses churned from the depths of her heart.

Although I still did not know the beggar's true identity, he had helped me time and time again. He must be a friend or a senior of some sort.

Hearing the imperial edict deliberately single out Shen Qing, Qingyun knew that Emperor Changle's intentions were identical to those of Cao Zhirui and Wang Bing.

The Empress also paused for a moment, not continuing to speak about the children. Instead, she looked out the window, and after a long while, she reached out and plucked a leaf from the windowsill.

Prince Xun looked at Ruyi in astonishment, then raised his gaze toward Jingchen. Seeing that Jingchen was not looking at him, but was instead staring intently at Ruyi with a strange, proud smile on his face, he knew immediately that this was certainly not Jingchen's intention.

Therefore, she bought some attractive boxes, packaged the remaining scar-removal ointment, and brought it to the clinic, sharing her idea with Elder Guo.

Could the swordsman hero who just walked through the door be none other than Fu Yuanqiu, one of the top ten pinnacle figures in the current realm of swordsmanship, hailed as the proudest man under heaven?

I did not know how far we had walked, but I could tell that we were getting closer and closer to the Soul-Chasing Lamp hanging suspended in mid-air.

All of this fell into the eldest prince's eyes. Once the shadowy figure departed, the eldest prince stepped out from the darkness, curving his lips into a smile. He had not expected that it would actually be the crown prince who made a move.

Shuoming had considered many things before coming, but once through the door, there was no turning back from being trapped in this suite.

"Take care of yourself." Daozhenzi let out a cold snort, having no intention of interfering further. In truth, all of this was merely a show that Moyu had asked him to put on.

Among them, one had just moved in, one had recently emerged from the realm of refined and high-brow arts to adapt to her current physical state, and the last was the resident presence, Ling'er.

Qin Yu glanced at the sun, which had not yet set below the mountains, and a wave of utter bewilderment washed over her. Are ghosts nowadays so rampant that they can come out and roam before the sun even sets? Is showing off like this really a good idea?

Xu Yuan took the orange juice handed to him by Li Junxiu and gulped down a third of it in a single breath. After finishing, he panted heavily, taking large, ragged gasps of air.

Seeing the demon flowing and collapsing to the ground, Qiaoguang was drenched in sweat, completely submerged within the terrifying pressure.

Fearing that the other party might go back on their word, Shuoming immediately turned around, sat back down with a smile on his face, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, wearing an utterly punchable expression of absolute defiance toward everyone.

"Why do you feel so weird to me?" Xingxuan scrutinized Shuoming, trying to glean a hint of hidden meaning from his expression.

"Speak." Shuoming leaned back against the chair, settling into a comfortable posture. If Niekun brought good news, then simply being able to have a meal was a blessing—what else could possibly not count as good news?

"You!" Ning Jinfan's expression darkened, a flash crossing his eyes as he glared furiously at Nan Xinuo. Gathering internal energy in his palm, he struck out at Nan Xinuo with a fierce blow.

Hearing Gerald's curses toward Jiang Ling, others would only find it ridiculous, but Ishida Zojing felt an inexplicable tremor in his heart, vaguely understanding something.

A person living beneath a low eaves has no choice but to bow their head; Zhou Anxiong understood this simple phrase all too well.

Li Xiu got out of the car, fighting off a wave of dizziness. Had Lu Zhi truly grown too lazy to even bother caring about her now?

The "Chaos of Anomalies" cultivated by Jin Dasheng had not yet taken shape, and the Chaos Pool only appeared slightly turbid. If it had already taken shape, a whirlpool would form within the pool with an extremely high degree of turbidity, allowing one to clearly see particles resembling grains of sand—substances known within realms as "refined particles" and across the universe as "chaos particles."

A dazzling flash swept through the vast hurricane, accompanied by a crisp clang as the white blade plunged deep into the eternally unyielding stone. Relying on this, Chen Tian dared to ascend step by step, walking up those stairs.

These movements were as swift as a startled rabbit or a swooping swan, executed with breathtaking speed. Just as Lin Wang finished asking "What's wrong?", in the blink of an eye, Zhao Meng also collapsed unconscious into Liu Chuang's arms.

"It seems things are even more troublesome than we imagined. With so many people, you simply cannot go all out," Lu Shuangyang said with a trace of worry.

Originally, for safety considerations, Jess should have remained inseparable from Liu Chuang. However, the latter strongly opposed anyone entering his bedroom while he slept. Since this operation was not a forced detention, Jess could not insist.

The association and the factories had been searched everywhere, and even St. Ken's Church, which Nicole frequented, bore no trace of her.

A Holy Magic Wizard could establish an entire school of thought; that was a world-class power capable of rivaling the military might of an entire kingdom. Armies and magical items alike lost all meaning in front of a Holy Magic Wizard. No one could remain calm in the presence of such a supreme existence, not even Martha.

"If you put it that way, is all of this because of us?" Moggie paused in surprise, then burst into a strange, eccentric laugh.

Looking outward from the inside, one could see distant cloud cranes soaring gracefully through the swirling mists; but looking inward from the outside, aside from that thatched courtyard, neither Lin Yang nor the eight stone tablets could be seen at all.